by Robyn Donald
Gabe waited then said on a note of caustic appreciation 'Here's to reunions.'
Her lashes drooped over the tilted grey-green eyes and his pulses leapt. She was he thought with savage self-contempt the only woman who could override his common sense with one sideways glance.
She took a swift sip of the wine then set the glass down and turned her head to gaze into the leaping flames in the fireplace. Her hair gleamed rich mahogany against the matt satin of her skin.
'Why did you bring me here'?' she asked her voice level and toneless.
He didn't answer straight away and after a moment she glanced back at him.
She'd lost weight he thought with an irrational spurt of concern. ‘I thought it was time we discussed things without the unnecessary complication of emotions.'
Had he got over her so soon? A swift glance at his implacable face convinced her. Of course he no longer loved her. . . if he ever had.
Probably their relationship had been a temporary aberration on his part. He couldn't have felt anything true or lasting.
After all what could the scion of a princely house a man who moved confidently in the upper regions of power and influence have in common with a woman like her? No money no family-no idea of her father's name even-and no status.
She hid her pain with another sip of the champagne. But he could have been kinder-well no. Her lips sketched a cynical little smile. He thought she'd conned him out of his most precious possession and the huge media fall-out from their break-up would have rubbed his pride raw.
‘I don't know why you set this up ' she said evenly. ‘I have nothing to say to you beyond that I don't know where the necklace is. If I'd known you were here I would never have come.'
He lifted a mocking brow. 61 find that hard to believe. You once told me that you researched your clients well before you started a job. And you knew I had links to Illyria.'
‘I knew you were a cousin of the Prince but I had no idea that you owned a thumping great castle herel' she countered. Anyway you're meant to be in-' His cold smile stopped the betraying words.
'Don't lie Sara.' Like her Polynesian friends in Fala'isi he pronounced her name with a long vowel-sabra. . .
She'd always loved the way he said it the two syllables falling lazily, sensuously, from his tongue like an endearment his tone a seduction in itself.
Not now, though. He'd turned it into a hard subtly insolent epithet.
Bitterness and anger shortened her words into sharp little arrows. ‘of course I made sure that you wouldn't be in Illyria. Why aren't you in South America at the United Nations conference'?'
'Because I arranged for you to come here.'
CHAPTER THREE
GABE came towards her silent and formidably graceful as the wolf his ancestors had been called. Only a tough involuntary pride stopped Sara from taking a backward step and she lifted her chin to meet his eyes with as much defiant composure as she could produce. She would not be intimidated.
She'd done nothing wrong.
‘I won't be here for long ' she retorted smartly.
‘You'II stay until I send you away Sara.'
'You can't do that' She dragged in a sharp breath but it failed to deliver enough oxygen to energise her stunned brain.
‘I can do anything I want with you.' He waited drawing out he silence before finishing softly. ‘No one knows you're here '
‘My boss '
His smile chilled her blood. ‘He won't help.' He waited with speculative dispassion while she struggled with the implications of that confident statement.
Sara's hand clenched on the stem of her glass and a huge emptiness hollowed out her insides. Stonily she asked Are you implying that you arranged my job for me'?'
’Of course. I wanted you where I could keep an eye on you.' He spoke casually as though it was the most natural thing in the world for him to have done.
And of course it was.
Sara's mouth dropped open. Stunned she gazed at him in stupefied disbelief.
The unexpected offer of a job from a respected interior designer had literally given her something to live for.
To learn that Gabe had organised it and that her work meant nothing hurt her so deeply she couldn't speak.
She should have known Sara thought as humiliation ate into her leaving her cold and shaky. Gabe didn't take betrayal lightly' he was famous for his long memory and his insistence on fair play. He'd want revenge. And he had the power and the money to seek it cold to organize it with ruthless efficiency so that she had no way of protecting herself.
Struggling to keep a clear mind she fought back a sense of debilitating helplessness. He'd played with her life as though she were a puppet. It hurt and it frightened her.
Nevertheless she wasn't going to surrender. He'd enjoy that' it would satisfy his desire to humiliate her.
‘I suppose I'm no longer working for him'?' 'That depends entirely on you ' he said watching her with coldly speculative eyes.
‘I want the Queen's Blood Sara. Tell me where it is and your life will be your own again.'
Her own? She could almost have laughed if his dispassionate tone hadn't bruised so painfully. Gabe might have been able to cut her out of his life with merciless precision but her heart was not so easily placated' it still trembled when she looked at him longing for a commitment that had only ever existed in her wishful thinking.
If he'd loved her he'd have at least given her a hearing when she'd tried to see him. But no-he'd accepted the word of his grandmother's maid rather than listen to the woman he'd been planning to marrys Knowing it was hopeless she said in a brittle voice elf I knew where the rubies are believe me I'd have told you.'
'Listen to me ' he said forcefully his eyes hooded and dangerous. slt occurred to me that you might be afraid.
That's why I brought you here-where you'll be completely safe.'
'Not from you' she retorted.
His wide shoulders moved in a slight negligent shrug. ‘of course you're safe from me-l'm not a barbarian.'
'You threatened me about half a minute agol'
He wasn't going to get away with deliberately trying to intimidate her. She matched his hostile stare with one of her own eyes glinting green as grass beneath her slim winged brows.
Another shrug underlined his Mediterranean heritage from those warlike warriors whose blood had mingled with that of princesses from all over Europe to give him arrogantly handsome features and stunning colouring-hair like ebony eyes as cold and blue as the sheen on a scimitar and skin of warm bronze.
‘I knew you wouldn't be intimidated ' he said coolly.
'But planning and executing a heist as successful as the Queen's Blood is one thing-selling the thing is another. That involves criminals and where this amount of money is involved the criminals are not loveable rogues. Stop hedging Sara-it's not getting you anywhere. Tell me where the Queen's Blood is and 1'11 let you go without fear of prosecution.'
The last tiny flicker of hope died. How could he be so intelligent in every other respect yet so bone-headedly convinced that she'd stolen the necklace? Sara snatched another look at his face and saw beneath his amused contempt an unsparing determination.
Mindless panic roiled starkly beneath her ribs. She hid it by snapping 'You meant it when you said you could do whatever you liked with me.'
His black brows drew together in a forbidding frown that rewed her heart-rate up into the stratosphere.
‘oh yes, I meant it. I could.' His voice turned sarcastic. 'But do try to restrain your vivid imagination. I don't intend to hurt you.'
'Why should I believe you'?' she demanded realising too late that attacking his credibility was hardly the best way to get him to reconsider this crazy scheme and let her go.
Anyway, it wouldn't work. Oh Gabe definitely had a temper, but it was all the more intimidating for being so tightly controlled. More steadily she finished 'You didn't believe me.'
'Did I ever hurt you'?'
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��No ' she admitted reluctantly. Not physically anyway. Indeed he'd always been exquisitely tender with her.
Her heart-rate picked up as she remembered just how tender-and how she'd gloried in his strength and his potent male sexuality.
’So stop pretending to be scared of me ' he said crisply. And don't try to evade the subject. If you're worried about your safety be assured that no one can reach you here-no army has ever taken the castle by force.'
Sara remained stubbornly mute. Anything she had to say would only make things worse.
He waited and when she didn't end the silence went on relentlessly. 'Give me the details of the theft and who else was involved. I promise you'll be safe.'
As he'd once promised to love her?
‘i don't know what happened to the wretched necklace ' she told him each word emerging with mechanical precision.
‘I gave it to the maid-to Marya-to put in the safe and to the best of my knowledge she did just that.'
His response was unexpected. Instead of the chilling disbelief she'd had to endure when she'd tried to convince him of this a year before he nodded. And she swears that she did that too. But about an hour afterwards she realized that she hadn't put your engagement ring there so she slipped down from her bedroom to do that.
When she got there the safe was empty. It had been opened by someone who knew the combination which as you set the combination when you arrived to stay with Hawke means that you took it.'
A raw edge in his voice alerted her. She glanced up sharply shock freezing her brain when she saw the dangerous glitter in his eyes. Stubbornly she retorted for Marya.'
Holding her gaze he said on a lethal note 'Ma|a is completely trustworthy.'
'You're so sure of that'?' she asked impetuously knowing even as the words tumbled from her lips that she was on a hiding to nothing.
She hadn't stolen the necklace so the thief had to be Marya. Why, she didn't understand but there was no one else .
‘l'm sure ' he said his handsome autocratic face hardening. And as the Queen's Blood hasn't yet appeared on the market-'
‘How do you know'?' Wide shoulders lifting in the slightest of shrugs, he kept his steel-blue gaze fixed on her face. She felt as though she had diamond lasers boring through the outer layer of skin and bone right into her brain.
But if he could do that he'd see her innocence.
He said 'The jewelley world is small and it's been under surveillance ever since the Queen's Blood was taken. Apart from the value of the gold and the stones the necklace is priceless as an artefact' an ancient solid gold chain studded with perfectly matched cabochon rubies could only be sold to a collector. He'd have to be very rich and very unscrupulous and have more money than sense
She frowned. 'Why more money than sense'?'
'Because it could never be worn never be shown-not for generations if ever. It's so well known that it would immediately be claimed by me, or my heirs. And if my line fails Illyria would be entitled to the thing because it was originally found here.' He stopped for a few measured seconds before adding deliberately 'But it hasn't been bought by any collector Sara.'
Eyes as cold and hard as ice searched her face. He thought she already knew all this' he was humouring what he considered to be her sly treachery.
Pain cramped her into rigidity. A year hadn't been long enough to chisel him from her heart. She'd loved him so much . . . .
Without emotion he continued ‘lt could have been broken up and sold discreetly stone by stone on the black market. When the tyrant took over Illyria my grandfather gave the necklace to someone to hide. After the usurper was assassinated the only person who knew the hiding place brought it to me. I had each gem in the necklace measured and profiled and its signature is stored. Burmese rubies the size of those in the Queen's Blood and of the very best quality and colour-pure red with the faintest undertone of blue-haven't been found for centuries. If even one such ruby turned up on the market I'd know within a few hours. It hasn't happened.'
'Because Marya doesn't want to sell it.'
Without moving a muscle he said ‘can you give me one good reason why Marya who was my grandmother's maid would want to steal the Queen's Blood'?'
During the last year Sara had cudgelled her brain trying to think of just such a reason and the only one she could come up with was that the Illyrian woman had believed an upstart nobody to be completely unsuitable for her lord's wife.
She was probably right.
The flames in the fireplace sprang high then collapsed and a faint familiar scent reminded Sara of apples.
Prunings from the orchards she'd seen beneath the helicopter she thought clinging to that simple sweetness in a room filled with fear and tension.
Oppressed by the weight of centuries of history, of death and war and disillusionment within the walls of the castle she said flatly, ‘l'm sorry it was stolen but I had nothing to do with it.'
Gabe drank some wine then put his glass down with a sharp movement that set the golden liquid surging in the flute. ‘I don't believe Marya took it because she was the one who hid the necklace when my grandparents abandoned the castle.'
Astonished she stared at him. She knew the story. The general of the revolutionary army-a man whose violence had been legendary-had threatened to kill every person in the valley if the castle was defended. Gabe's grandparents had slipped away in the night and joined the partisans fighting in the mountains until they eventually died in an ambush.
In a thin voice she said 'ls that why you wanted her to be my maid'?' smartly. She asked if she could be when she heard that we were engaged. I suggested it to you because she was my grandmother's maid and I suppose it satisfied something in me to have her take care of you and your clothes.'
Sara bit her lip.
'Yes ' he said sardonically answering her unspoken response. 'You chose the wrong person to frame Sara.
Marya would never have stolen the necklace because she spent forty years protecting it at huge personal cost to herself and her family. She endured everything because she was loyal and because she understands the necklace's enormous symbolic value.'
'ls that why you're so determined to find it'?' At least she could now understand why Gabe was so sure of Marya's innocence. Not that it helped. 'Does it confer some sort of divine right to rule on whoever holds it'?'
‘No ' Gabe said deliberately surveying her with hooded scornful eyes. ‘l'm trying to explain why I know Marya didn't steal it. Whereas you lied to me and betrayed me. Give me one reason why I should believe you.'
Humiliation leached the colour from her skin. She stumbled over her next words then caught her breath and forced herself to repeat stubbornly, ‘I didn't lie or betray you.'
‘AII I want is the Queen's Blood ' Gabe responded indifferently, making it more than obvious he didn't believe her.
So what else was new? He went on ‘lt's an heirloom of my house and I want it back again. Then you'll be free to go.'
The beautiful fabulous object rich with history and tragedy and glamour had shattered her heart. Gabe valued it more than he'd valued her and his so-called love hadn't withstood the suspicion that had swirled around her after the necklace had disappeared.
Sara dragged in a slow jagged breath. ‘I wish you had it ' she said pain thinning her voice abut I don't know what happened to it and I can't tell you where it is. I'm sorry.'
‘Won't tell me.' His voice was controlled and impersonal as though he was discussing a business deal.
‘l'm prepared to pay you the value of the Queen's Blood for information about its whereabouts.' He named an amount that horrified her.
Sara closed her eyes. Just how far would he take this?
‘I don't know where it is ' she repeated dully.
'The offer stands. It's considerably more than you'll get from breaking up the necklace and selling the stones on the black market. And much more than you'll get from a collector who knows you don't dare offer it legally.' He picked up his glass
and drank some of the champagne his long fingers tanned and strong against the delicate transparency of the crystal stem.
They'd always been exquisitely gentle on her body. Sara turned away as memories exploded in intimate painfully acute clarity. She tried to wall them off but her skin tightened at the recollection of the heat of his sleek bronzed hide against hers the power and the rapture of impassioned hours locked in his arms and the transcendent ecstasy of his possession.
A subtle hidden softening deep inside her shocked her into awareness of her danger. Bitterly she forced the seductive images to the back of her mind. Oh he'd been a magnificent lover but he'd instantly believed that she'd stolen the necklace.
Now she understood why, but his reasons simply underlined the fragility of their relationship. For all its fire and flash and transient ecstasy love had opened her to an anguish that would scar her for life.
‘I can't help you. I will leave now ' she said quietly clutching at a composure so brittle she was afraid it would splinter at his next insulting word.
